Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 49 Admission Notice

In the end, Dobby left, leaving Harry's room with a flicker of light filled with resentment.

Harry patted the dirt off his trousers and sat back on the bed.

Looking at the place where Dobby disappeared, an indescribable sense of loss surged in his heart...

He couldn't help but sighed, but he quickly picked himself up again.

Because he knew, just as he had agreed with the other party.Whether it is Mr. Charlie or Dobby, they will always meet again...

While thinking, Harry turned his head and looked at the pillow on his bed.

Opening the pillow, the gift that originally came with Dobby was still hidden under it.

However, at this moment, apart from the gift from Mr. Black, there was another new thing under the pillow—a thin envelope.

On the top of the envelope is a complex and cumbersome four-color shield badge. At the bottom of the badge, the fluttering ribbon clearly reveals the source of the letter, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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This letter was delivered a few days ago, and Harry still remembered that he was just like usual that day, staying in the room with Dobby and looking through Cousin Dudley's old books, trying to find something interesting from it.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Aunt Petunia screaming downstairs.

"Dursley!!!"

Aunt Petunia's voice was trembling, and she called for her husband helplessly.

The originally peaceful environment was subsequently broken...

From downstairs, the voices of two people arguing could be heard from time to time, although both of them kept their voices down as much as possible.Vaguely did not let Harry hear all the stories.

But Harry still heard a few words in the slightly excited language of the two from time to time.

Such as "damn", "mongrel", "like his mother", "wizard", "school"......

However, before Harry figured out any connection from these few words, the dispute between the two fell into silence because of a sentence finally shouted out by Uncle Dursley.

"If you keep him at home, he will eat everyone!!"

There was another familiar creaking of the stairs and "thump, boom, boom" footsteps, and Dursley came to the door of Harry's room.

"Harry!"

He reached out and knocked on the wooden door, while shouting into the inside.

Listening to the movement, Harry frowned suspiciously.

He couldn't help but put down the storybook he just found in his hand, and then subconsciously glanced at Dobby who was still rummaging by the bookshelf.

At this time, Dobby had already formed a tacit understanding with Harry.After hearing the knock on the door, he turned around and exchanged glances with Harry before disappearing in place.

"coming!"

After Dobby left, Harry hurriedly stood up, echoed, trotted to the door, and stretched out his hand to open the locked door.

Opening a gap, he carefully looked out, and at first glance, he saw Dursley blocking the entire doorway like a wall.

"What's the matter?" Harry raised his head and asked tentatively while observing the expression on Uncle Dursley's face at the moment.

Dursley's skin was slightly red, but it wasn't as red as it had been when he was angry.He squinted his eyes, and in those eyes that were squeezed by fat and almost invisible, there was an indescribable complexity...

For Dursley, these few days were probably the most difficult days in his life.

To think that this horrible kid is still in his own home with his hell kid.Occupying a room, he is constantly trying some horrible witchcraft in it, or building the gate of hell like in the 80s comics, and summoning more little ghosts... He can't eat or sleep.

Every day, I have to think of various ways, whether it is a priest, a priest, or something else.No matter what you do, as long as it involves supernatural power, you must invite you to come home to do a practice, although none of them are useful...but he himself lost more than ten pounds after being tortured in a few days.

But today, when Petunia handed the letter to Dursley, his heart, which was already about to die, rekindled a light called hope.

That little bastard... he can finally get out of here! ! ! !

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"Uncle...?"

"Uncle Dursley?"

Harry looked at Dursley who was standing there without saying a word, his eyes were a little strange, and he quickly yelled a few more words softly, which made Dursley, who was in a daze for a moment, react.

"Oh my God."

Dursley came back to reality from his thoughts. He looked at the nephew whom he hated so much that he wished to be ashes, and then at the admission notice which was crumpled in his hands tightly, barely revealing A stiff smile.

"Harry! I've got something for you... you're lucky you don't need to go to any public school!"

Seeing the horrified expression on Dursley's face, Harry shrank his head into the room and asked subconsciously
"Then...where am I going?"

"Go to this! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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Harry skillfully opened the envelope, not knowing how many times it was, took out the letter paper from it, and read every word and even every symbol on it.

In his mind, it was as if a magnificent epic had unrolled a scroll.A world he had never imagined opened up to him.

"But... how do I get there?"

Harry lay down on the bed with a puff, and looked at the plain letter paper upside down, trying to see some magical magic from it, which could send him to the so-called twelve and four quarters with just one touch. The third platform.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Harry's eyes lit up.

"and many more!!"

He straightened up all of a sudden, sat up again from the bed, and then turned his head to look at the gift that Charlie sent.

"Maybe...Mr. Black knows something. Maybe this is also in Mr. Charlie's plan? Maybe Mr. Charlie's gift is the magic leading to Hogwarts!"

Harry muttered to himself, his eyes growing brighter as he spoke.

He simply didn't wait any longer, and stretched out his hands to directly hug the gift box that had been placed here for a long time back to his lap. In his heart, the faint sense of expectation continued to expand from his heart.

Of course...this was just Harry's imagination.

Not to mention whether Hogwarts, which is shrouded in a magical barrier, can be directly teleported through a simple small magic.

There is no need for that at all here...

Because the person who was going to pick him up at this moment had already arrived at the door of Dursley's house.

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　　I have a make-up exam for college English on Friday.

　　I've been busy reviewing for the past few days, and I still have a lot of classes...

　　But rest assured, two updates a day will never be interrupted.

　　As for why I have to say this specifically...

　　For my poor sake (dog head), how about a wave of recommended monthly tickets, old buddies?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)